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As I read letters I wrote to my sister, there’s another gem I had completely forgotten: the pace of Indian trains. I’m sure they’re faster now, but when I was in India in the seventies, they were as slow as peak hour traffic.
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Gujarati village children — Photo courtesy: Anirudh Bhati — Wikimedia Commons
While at our Jamnagar relatives’ house, my oldest daughter, three at the time, needed to go to the toilet. When we asked where the washroom was, we were told there wasn’t one and she could go on the cement balcony before us.
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Goat curry — Photo courtesy: Alpha — Wikimedia Commons
We showed up at our relatives’ compound (ten kilometres from Jamnagar, Gujarat) unannounced, but in India, that’s fine. The property was bordered by a high wall and contained three separate two-story apartments for the father and each of the two sons and their wives.
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Lakota Palace, Jamnagar — Photo courtesy: Camaal Mustafa Sikan — Wikimedia Commons
The most undesirable part of India because of the dust and heat hanging over the state holds the best memories.
We bused from Rajkot to Jamnagar, not far from the Gulf of Kachchh in Gujarat where we intended to visited distant relatives of my father-in-law’s, fifteen kilometres away.
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Gujarati men (Photo: wikimedia.org)
Jamnagar was the last stop on my Gujarat sojourn. I can’t say much for the dusty town, but I liked how the men dressed.
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